Tag Archives: home

Can I call you mine?

I got the record player because there was still a box of records in the garage at my parents’ house.  It survived the demise of my parents’ stereo system.  It survived the move in ’93.  Then it survived the rebuilding … Continue reading

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How I spent 2011 by S.C., part 2

Here is the non-book edition of this post, since I guess I also did some other things in 2011.   It was a bigger year than usual for me, so I thought I would reflect on some high and low … Continue reading

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Bah humbug.

“Il faut des rites.” (“We need rituals.”) — Antoine de St. Exupery (via French Women Don’t Get Fat) I have decided to decorate my apartment for the holidays.  If you are not interested in why, you are welcome to skip … Continue reading

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Lamp light, rain outside

Right now, I am enjoying: Lamp light Rain outside A hot drink A cold that keeps me indoors Time to write No job!

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I was a pre-teen nothing.

“Wise and silent.” — M83, Graveyard Girl. The first cosmetic item I ever selected and purchased on my own, for actual use in social dealings, was a deep wine, nearly rouge-noir lipstick from the Larchmont Beauty Store, possibly made by … Continue reading

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Ouch.

Living in San Francisco, writing about Portland, and so homesick.

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